If it’s a game of who cares less you always lose.
You weren’t my boyfriend, but you still pretended like you were, even though you scoffed at the label and said we were just “doing us”.
Even though she was still technically single when you held her hand and called her cute, she never thought of herself as single. She already thought of herself as yours.
We suck at dating because when things become too much or too little, we’re no longer interested.
Every story – even love stories that have been over for years, or decades – can be rebooted in an instant. It’s not until the real end, death without quotation marks, that “closure” in the truest sense of the word can be achieved, and then, only for those who are no longer around to benefit from it.
You’ve lost someone you cared for. You’ve lost someone who made you smile. You’ve lost someone you imagined a future with.
I feel like an idiot, because I misinterpreted everything that happened between us.
When someone is not interested, it doesn’t mean that they won’t stick around for the fringe benefits, especially if it becomes apparent that regardless of how poorly they behave, that you will still be there.
We came as close to dating as two people could get. You were basically my boyfriend. You just didn’t want to call me your girlfriend.
Your brain is saying walk away, you’re better than a maybe. But your heart, oh your heart is pulling you in the opposite direction because the feeling you have with this person is not like any other.